People are always asking me what it is like to be clean in our scene. They wonder how I feel amidst the rage, curious as to how I stay awake. I cherish the organic pleasures of the beats through my soul. Jams creatively layered with the sounds of multiple instruments evoke special feelings in my spirit. These emotions can’t adequately be explained in words. Perhaps my imagination travels to a far corner of the earth or perhaps I get the feeling that everything in the world is exactly as it’s supposed to be. When a nasty jam gives me goose...